AN: More major revisions to make the story flow more "smoothly".
Me: Oh, by the way Matthew…
Matthew: Wow, the author is actually talking to me! (Happy face)
Me: (grins back) What would you like to happen between you and Karis?
Matthew: Oh wow… hmm, maybe just a quiet moment where we're both stargazing… and no bondage. Seriously, enough of that stuff. Seriously, do you have perverted fantasies about bondage?
Me: (Grinning heavily) Definitely, so I'm going to get her to tie you up… and just tickle you. And play around with you. Maybe give her a hormone-boosting shot, or something. Come on, you'd know you like it, you sick, sick boy.
Matthew: (Sweat drop) really?
Me: No, I'm not into that stuff.
Matthew: (Sighs with relief)
Me: Doesn't mean I'm not going to do it anyway.
Matthew: Oh $#%... (Very, very, very sad face, unachievable in Dark Dawn)
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The robed man moved closer to Matthew. "See, the thing you need to understand is that I could kill you right now, and there is nothing you can do about. So, you can patiently listen to me, instead of injecting with a sad, happy, extremely happy or angry face. Got it?"
A voice from behind Matthew said, "No, I don't have it. Would you care to repeat that?"
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"Oh, I would gladly repeat that for you…" the robed man's voice dropped into a more threatening octave.
The person behind Matthew who stepped out whirled a short sword. "Alright, let's hear it."
Without a further ado, the two of them began to fight. Matthew's saviour utilised Jupiter magic (geez, that REALLY gives his identity away doesn't it?) to increase his speed. The robed man was equally quick… without any psyenergy. He's going to be a very, very dangerous foe.
They broke apart after two minutes of heavy combat. The robed man has numerous cuts into his robe, but none of the injuries had touched his skin. Matthew's saviour, on the other hand…
Matthew couldn't believe that his saviour was untouched. The robed man was definitely no simpleton, no mere lackey that was commanded by a more powerful being. Yet his saviour managed to damage his clothing somewhat without being injured.
"I see you've improved your skills." The robed man uttered these words as he took off his hood.
Blue hair, similar to the colour of Mia's flowed out of its hiding spot and into the open.
"Alex!" Matthew's saviour hissed.
"I'm not here to fight you or Matthew, believe me. I was intending to tell Matthew, but oh well…"
"What did you want to tell Matthew? How to be a hungry, power-seeking and egotistical maniac like you?"
"… I'd like to explain, but another time. See you around, gentlemen." Alex left the scene without even making a whisper of sound.
Matthew saviour turned around, and Matthew finally recognised who it was. "Are you alright, Matthew?" Ivan asked.
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Karis slowly stirred. She slowly realised that she was naked, and instantly attempted to cover herself. She turned extremely red. Oh man, what made her do that…
Similarly, Mia and Nowell are having the same regrets as Karis. They quickly dress, mutter a quick "sorry" to Karis and quickly leave the Inn, flustered and bothered. Karis didn't blame them, and she felt bothered as well. Where did she get that hormone-boosting drink? For that matter, where did Mia and Nowell drink and get it from? Was it something in the room, or was it something just to do with water?
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Matthew had a thousand questions to ask Ivan (being his mother's son), but he didn't have the courage to ask them (being his father's son). So, he merely trotted alongside Ivan, strolling back towards the inn they were staying at.
Matthew felt something probe his mind, and tried blocking it out. It didn't work. Ivan started laughing, really, really hard. Matthew knew what it was, and started blushing. Ivan laughed all the way back to the inn, with Matthew's face red as a tomato.
When they finally returned to the inn, they had received more than a few funny glances from the nightfolk. Ivan managed to control his laughter as he walked into the inn and saw Mia and Nowell in one of the corners of the inn, just staring at…
Matthew was the quick one this time (he could be a Jupiter adept! Wait, that means…) "Umm… about earlier…"
Mia and Nowell turned bright red. "Sorry Matthew, we didn't know what came over us. It was something in the water… we believe," Mia responded.
Ivan burst out in laughter. "Oh, this is going to be great when I tell Isaac and Jenna…"
Mia started fuming, and blue psyenergy started gathering at her hands. "You will WHAT, IVAN?"
For the next ten minutes, Nowell slowly drank her alcoholic drink, trying to drink away all her sorrows by drowning it will alcohol, while Matthew watched Mia attempt to kill Ivan. Ivan was still laughing while running, while Mia was spewing death threats in language that would even make the most hardened swearer cringe.
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Matthew walked back into the room and saw Karis was still awake. Karis turned over as the door opened, blushed and turned back.
Matthew sat next to Karis. "Don't worry; we know you didn't mean it. It was probably something in the alcoholic drink."
Karis hiccupped, and Matthew was worried. Her voice sounded like she had cried for hours. "How c-c-an you l-l-ook a-a-t me t-t-he s-a-ame…"
She stopped talking suddenly as Matthew embraced her and hugged her tightly. There was no need for words between the two. She understood his intention, and appreciated it. It made her fall in love with him even more.
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After Mia and Ivan had finished the old chasing routine, they collapsed onto the floor together.
Mia was the first one to talk. "How come you… you know, came back?"
Ivan shrugged. "Isaac told me to, and I felt something stirring anyway. Well, I told Sheba, and she said she had the same premonition, so I used teleport as soon as possible."
Mia nodded slowly. "By the way, how is Sheba going?"
Ivan smiled. "It's going pretty well, to be honest."
Mia stared. "I said, how… is…Sheba… going."
Ivan glanced back in horror, and saw Mia's teasing smile. "Oh bollocks."
Mia got up. "I better go comfort that daughter of mine before she drinks the inn dry."
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Karis and Matthew had an interrupted night of sleep afterwards. The day's events tired both of them out, and they knew they needed rest, not more erotic action (sorry to all those fans out there ^^).
Matthew woke up early the next morning, and slowly exited the bed without waking Karis (ladies and gentlemen, when you get married and don't want to wake up your loved one early in the morning because they're not the early morning person, make sure you get a bed that does not make any noise). He went down to the restaurant and greeted the chef there.
"Hello there! What can I get you?" The chef grinned at Matthew.
Matthew smiled back. "I'll take the couple's breakfast, thanks."
The chef gave a hearty belly laugh and went away to prepare the meal. Matthew sat around and briefly read the day's newspaper. His eyes shot up when he read the news article on page three. Sveta… was imprisoned and about to be executed? WHAT? That emperor was taking things too far. He needed to sort it out… somehow. He smiled. Karis was the perfect way to deal with this.
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Karis slowly woke up to the delicious smell of eggs and bacon. Matthew was sitting next to her on the bed, with the couple's breakfast placed on his lap (obviously, there was a tray. If it wasn't obvious, now it is).
"Breakfast is here darling," Matthew smiled happily.
Karis gave him a dreamy smile back, and tucked into the food. The two sat on the bed and enjoyed the delicious meal prepared by a master chef (not Masterchef. Please, I would destroy television just to get rid of that crappy show. Seriously, how can people be interested in a pretentious cooking show that's designed to attract watchers? Sorry, I'm off do more epic activities, such as Dead Space 2). It was a moment they wish they could have preserved, because Matthew told Karis what was going on.
Within the hour, they had returned the tray, cleaned the room reasonably, and checked out of the inn. They were now on their way.
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"You know, if you told us, it would be much, much easier on you." A masked man with a sword prowled around a tortured person, bleeding heavily from his injuries. (Hey, even more clichés! Come at me, bro!)
"I will never… ever… tell you." The red-haired man gritted his teeth and knew what was incoming.
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AN: Sorry for the long time to update, I'm struggling to find a way to make this interesting at the same time as pushing plot forward, while appeasing the hormonal masses (happy face).
As spotted by the keen eye, some minor changes, but no major ones. I might go revise these AGAIN to make sure they read smoothly. Maybe in my first year of uni when I have time hopefully.
Alright, KaRath out. Reviews are appreciated, criticism is welcome, and anything supportive is loved from me.